My Way Or The Highway Book Novels & Stories

She grew tired of seeing Infantry-men and she was tired of killing them. With a jerk of her arms, Amy steered the Camaro over onto the shoulder of the highway again. She floored the gas pedal, attempting to pass the armored truck, wanting to put the truck between her and the Infantry-men. Amy wanted all the cars on the highway to disappear, and for a moment she got what she wished for. It seemed like her thoughts alone caused the cars, including the levitating ones, to disappear on the highway, leaving only her, the armored truck, and three Death Row bikers.

Ryan The road unspooled in front of us in broken pieces, headlights catching potholes a half second too late, and every time the truck's frame slammed down into one I felt Jude's body jolt in the back seat, felt it in my own teeth like the impact belonged to me too. "Don't slow down," I said. "I'm not slowing down." Martha's voice had gone thin and stretched, a wire pulled too tight. "I'm trying not to put us in a ditch."

He also realised that the music he could still hear coming from the cafeteria had suddenly stopped playing and everything else had turned silent, except for the low whirring sound coming from the glowing book. Then, all at once, the eerie feeling drifted away but the book was still glowing and now he could hear the music again. 🎵I'm on the highway to hell, Highway to hell! The highway to hell, Highway to hell! Led Zeppelin's song was the one that brought back that eerie feeling as Jake got up, stashing the book back in his bag. "That's wrong," came a voice which made him turn around to find a boy, a student who he had seen earlier when he walked into that section of the library.

I reached the garage door, yanked it open, and reached the first car my hand touched; got the key; ignited it to life; and reversed out before the door even closed. “Madam, stop!” I didn’t stop. I continued driving out of the gate even when a man stood at the front; I didn’t slow down, with the full intention that if he didn’t move, I’d run him over without blinking. I drove out of the private road to the highway instead of taking the road that led to the city; I chose the mountain road. My hands were clenching yet trembling against the steering wheel as the heavenly floodgates chose that moment to open.

Mary walked up to the car and slid into the driver's seat. She felt free with each passing second. She had the cash, Lisa was gone from her life. That was what she wanted anyway. She hit the acceleration and drove off towards the highway. It didn't matter that she didn't have a place to go, she was finally free and ready to live her life again.

I walked to the windshield and slid the heavy key fob beneath the wiper blade, then shut the door and moved toward the highway shoulder. The asphalt was scorching, and the open road stretched out before me, vast and terrifying. I was utterly alone. The traffic roared past, cars like missiles, waves of air nearly pushing me into the ditch. No one saw me, no one slowed, I was invisible to the world. ‘This will be a challenge,’ I muttered to my wolf. ‘Cars drive fast here. We'll have to rely on sheer luck to find one that stops. I'll walk toward the next major town for now. Maybe we'll get lucky.’

As we glide over the highway, I see a huge truck approaching our car from the other side of the road, driving in the opposite direction, and hear Blaze tut with disapproval upon seeing this. “Rule-breaking assholes” I hear him mutter under his breath knowing that the road is one-way directed. To our surprise, the car speeds right in front of us as if targeting us and as soon as I register this, I shout, “Shit, Blaze, lookout!” Blaze quickly twists the steering wheel and we swerve in the right direction, hitting the hillside of the rounded highway. I feel my body getting jerked on the left by his strong muscular arms pulling me to his body and cry out when I hear the right outer layer of the

The lady had a strict face and in her hand was a green ticket. “Yeah, serve him right”, I said to myself as I drove off to my business. The music was to my favorite country songs as I drove through the lonely highway heading to the south. The car suddenly began to jerk again, now I was at full speed, trying to meet up with the meeting I had with the bank manager and the lawyer I had sent to them on the case.

He was using his own remaining code to hold open a narrow, jagged tear in the white space—a small, vertical fissure that revealed a glimpse of a completely different reality behind the sheet. ​Through that tear, she didn't see the hospital or the Spire. She saw a long, desolate concrete highway stretching through a dark, rainy forest under a natural, starlit night sky. Standing at the edge of that highway was a battered, white sedan with its driver-side door swung open, its headlights cutting through the mist to illuminate a single, black leather journal lying in the middle of the asphalt. ​It was the beginning of the book. The original draft.

The honest middle-aged farmer hesitated as he raised his chin toward the black car outside, where Cadmus's face was visible through the window. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Morgan contacted me first."